T.I. — Bezzle

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[Intro]
Saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*}
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*}
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
Saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*}
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[Verse: T.I.]
I came up bumping Eazy-E, Cube, and Dre (Scarface, OutKast what’s happening niggas!)
Eightball MJG UGK
They raised me like Sonny raised C
I always made the money, money never made me
Break me what this bitch you crazy
You seen with the freaks don’t think she never paid me
Pimpin get a bitch, break a bitch, hit a bitch, shake a bitch
Spit game till I make this bitch turn these tricks and get me rich
Lick his ass suck a dick bring me back my Ducats quick
Who you think you fucking with
I’m serious about this pimpin shit
All my niggas that I kick it with looking for a richer bitch
Get this bitch to take these triple pounds of weed bricks and shit
Broke bitch you get your shit
Before I get another bitch who could fix your shit
My pimpin too strong I ain’t with your shit
You going to make me split your shit
Two things I ain’t seen is this UFO and a bitch I can’t get
If her eyes on the ride she’ll ride for the fuck of it
[Hook] ad libs (T.I.)
She saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*}
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch
You saw the drop top like the bezzles in my watch {*3X*}
Like the bezzles in my watch like the bezzles in my watch

[MJG]
Whole mack load it up hard as fine blow it up
M-J-G I know you hoes ain’t been exposing us
I’ll cross a trick over, bag a bitch down and post her up
And slam dunk some pimpin in her sister if she close with her

[Eightball]
Lookie here
Open up the door and let a crook in here
Grab the mic and weak niggas tuck there tail and look in fear
As I bust a round with no shells from inside in myself
Lyrics like a concealed weapon sending you bitches straight to hell

[MJG]
Burning up just like in Waco, Texas
Heating up your necklace
Scorching up your afro, the devil coming at your
Ass and he hollow point at niggas who really want it
M-J- fucking G with pussy and titties on it
[Eightball]
Them bitches love when they see pimping come up in it
24 inches under somethin full of smoking tinted
Hustle hard for it keep it cause I love to spend it
Pimping love is women stop like they’re deer and kiss it

[Hook] ad libs (T.I.)

[Verse: Bun B]
I came a long way from a poster posted
To la Cosa Nostra kept the toaster closer than I’m supposed to
While ya hoes approach ya
Ride like a roller coaster
Pistol whip you hold ya throat then choke you
Like I’ll coach ya, croak ya, roach ya, joker, light and smoke ya (damn)
Pope of Port Arthur, I blessed the masses, stretched to Kansas
Still elementary best of classes
Good and learn’ded, earned my passes
Pack pistols just to blast it
I blast it it just to prove it, I proved the second guessers
Motherfuckers get to moving
I born into hustling I grew up tustlin, came up musclin’
Bogarted the meek and the frail but hell I put my trust in my left and right hand
Grinding threw the night
And I keep my family tight and see some paper like a white man
Balling in the night (man) we haulin’ in the white (man)
Sippin’ on purple Sprite and you can call it what you like
I call what the fuck I feel, play the cards they fucking deal
But we ain’t sleeping till they free the Pimp and that’s the fucking drill
[Hook] to fade